Tour de France. September 2015

 Tylor, Brae, Batty, Jean, Julie and Jamie spend 7 days touring through Deux Sevres, Charente, Dordogne, Vienne and Limosin.

Me and Brae sticked our heads out of the window in Folkestone to tell the train driver to get a move on cos we were bored already (and cos Brae did a fart).

We did also stick our heads out of the window inside the Eurotunnel fingy.

This is the village where mum and dad live sometimes. I have sitted on this bridge befor.......erm......Brae hasn't, so I showed off my knowledge and telled him where to have a poo if he needed one. He did need one so he pood in the topiary.

 This is the Abbaye Royal in Celles sur Belle and we did pose for a magnificent piccy of me. Brae pertended he was a bat again (I dont know why he does that - blinking idiot)

 

We did sit wiv mum in Melle and stopped her falling into the fountains cos she does that sometimes.

 

I shouted at brae to get off the bridge....he just blowed a rasberry cos he is mad in the head.

 

This is the camper that Pappy Jean gived us to drive. It was my turn to steer first and Brae was the co-pilot

Then he jumped in mums bed.

 

Dad telled us that we had to sleep on the floor, so not to get no funny ideas about hoggin all the space...Yeah right.

 We did calmly watch the lilly pads grow in the river Dronne at Aubeterre

  

Until Brae got bored and buggered off.

 

Pappy Jean was feeling tired - So we laid down cos we didnt want him to get too exited

  

I dont know what Brae was trying to do here, wunnin around like a bonkers fing. I fink it made mum happy cos she is smiling.

It was very high in Aubeterre so we had to sit still sometimes.

 

I was checking out the magnificence of the ironwork on the bridge - Brae was finking about stuff

We sitted down at Brantome cos it was hot.

Mum and Dad hiked from Saint-Jean-De-Cole to Saint-Pardoux-la-Riviere.............Me and Brae pertended to be trains..woo...wooo

  

We did find a wartyfall in Mialet to add to dads collection - today, Brae pertended to be a gargoyle. I was swimming underwater pertendin to be a submarine.

This lake at Saint-Soud-lacoussiere was so still I could see my face in it.

Brae and me discussed stuff that neever of us understood.

Pappy Jean getted lunch ready for the groan-ups. Me an Brae looked at a pond.

 

OMG it was Braes turn to drive - I checked for perdestrians while Brae aimed for them.

We standed up at Nontrom while mum sitted down

We tried to do some skipping at Saint-Estephe but realised that dogs cant skip.

We finded a brilliant castle at st-Germains-de Confolons and we could see for miles in each direction.

 Dad stopped these rocks falling on our heads at Verteuil sur Charante.

 

then taked us to see the chateau.

 

We stopped at Ruffec so mum could get some sun tan on her boobies

 

 Dad teached Brae how to swim/drown

 Here is some maps of our tour

26K Hike on the North Downs Taking in Wye and Chilham

Saturday 22nd August 2015

Brae had been a good boy and earned his special walking harness - he is not the 'master of disaster' yet but working his way up

Brae did see a fesant, flying fingy that he wanted to eat

It was so hot that we were playing a game called 'who can be the best shadow' Frank did win cos he is .......erm........black

It was a very big hill that we wanted to wun down, but we would have had to wun up again..........so we didn't do that.

We helped pull dad along the grass

Ha.Ha. I did spy some sheepsys trying to hide from me. They were rubbish cos one went baaaaaaaaaaaaa.

We pertended to be a train, It was Braes turn to be the enjin and Franks turn to be the guards van. It was my turn to roll in poop, so I did.

Brae said my face stinked like poop so he wasn't going to talk to me

Frank and Wilson said my face stinked like poop so they were not going to talk to me eever.

I is smiling cos I eated a banana - Wilson is sticking his tung out cos he has got a spot stuck on it.

Me and Brae had a barf in this troff thing. It was full of weeds and water.

We is a 2 headed dog.      arf......arf

We stopped for a swim in the river Stour.

Me, Frank and Wilson telled dirty jokes to eachuvver cos Brae had gone away - (he is too little for them jokes)

This is a rural scene wiv and combine arvester in it. I watched as it gobbled up the rape seed. What a piggy

We was knackered so I had 40 winks - then we went to the pub and I had anuvver 40 winks - Brae cant count yet so he had to stay awake.

This is where we did go - thanks Tony for the colouring-in

Seaford August 2015

We did pop to the seaside on the turn of the tide

This is a cave that me, Brae and mum had a wee in

This is planet earf

We did play 'follow the leader'

Brae tried pulling a funny face - I telled him he was an idiot and that he should grow up before the wind changed direction

We had to stop wunning about eventually - just so we could lay down

Dad telled a joke which I thought was funny - Brae looked at his feet, which are also funny.

Mum did talk to Brae..I dont know why she bovverd cos I fink he is a bit 'Johnny Foreigner' and don't understand anyfing but his name.

I hadn't stuck my tung out for at least 10 minutes...So I sticked it out at Brae

Brae had never been to the sea so I showed him how to wun in-and-out and how to stalk scary undersea monsters ..............like...........er...................Seaweeds. 

This is me pertending to give birth to Brae 

Oh oh! there is somefing on the beach uvver than us

First I digged a hole to New Zealand....

Then I digged a hole to Australia....

Then I rolled in it

I admired this puddle wiv the sun stuck in it - I fink it has been grabbed by an ocytypuss

I invented a game called 'Wheres Wally' for you - But I is calling it 'wheres that idiot bruvver'

This is Brae bein knackered

This is me bein knackered

Brae (Brego Soft-Shadow)

Introduction to Brae

First fing I did was to teach him to sleep

This is my bruvver Brae (Brego Soft-Shadow) he is like me but not like me. He has always got a dirty face and is lookin for food. I telled him to take off the mask but he said he was pertendin to be a bat.

We is sitting down enjoying the soft grass on our bums. I is lookin at Brae, he is lookin at ...........erm.............nuffing.

We decided to scratch, (well I did anyway) Brae didn't cos he didn't itch.

 

This is our floor that we are not allowed to chew. Like me, he was rescued from Ireland to England and England to forever home. We eat floors in Ireland cos its the only way to get to them pesky Leprechauns.